But for Xia Ximeng, this scene refreshed her worldview, making her feel for the first time in forty-two years that a woman could pretend to such an extent.
Thinking of this, Xia Ximeng chuckled, "It's okay, it wasn't intentional, right?"
Her gentle smile first made Ruan Qiuting pause, then she nodded, "If I had been a little faster, you wouldn't have gotten hurt..."
"Don't blame yourself, it's a bit unusual for me to see you like this." Her tone was indifferent, yet she wore a slight smile, leaving Ruan Qiuting unsure whether she had noticed it or not.
"Let's not talk about this for now, you're injured!" In the end, it was Li Xiangyang who interrupted their conversation, then turned to the butler who had supported the old lady and said, "Quick, call the doctor!"
Seeing the blood on Xia Ximeng's forehead, the butler, who had just helped the old lady upstairs, was also startled and quickly responded, "Yes!"
